...back any more — the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils,...heart that with every year grows dim, grows cold, glows small and expires — and expires too soon, too soon — before life itself. And this is how...

...back any more — the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils,...grows dim, grows cold, grows small, and expires." This feeling, which William Hazlitt has well described as the feeling of immortality in youth, is closely...

...back any more—the feeling that I could last forever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort—to death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life in the handful of dust,...

...figures of my two men, and I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more . . . the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of...expires, too soon, too soon - before life itself. (36-37; emphasis added) Marlow comments on this passage: "And this is how I see the East." When Conrad...

...idealizations: "the deceitful feeling," the older Marlow calls it, "that lures us [both young and old] on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort — to death." The older Marlow recounts much vain effort and the slow death by fiery self-consumption of a Victorian...

...back anymore - the feeling that I could last forever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils,...expires too soon, too soon - before life itself". The antipathy between action and thought is especially prominent in the perspective of Heyst, the son...

...back any more - the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort - to death; thu triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life in the handful of dust, the glow in the heart...

...back any more — the feeling that I could last forever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men . . . the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of...cold, grows small, and expires, and expires too soon — before life itself." So, in part, runs one of the most remarkable passages of English prose written...

...back any more — the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils,...expires, too soon, too soon — before life itself. JOSEPH CONRAD, (1857-1924) Polishborn British novelist. Marlow, in Youth (1902). 5 We live in an age...

...back any more—the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort—to death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life in the handful of dust,...